Sun Mote Copse Waking young and feeling old

In the distance, a dark figure appeared and Niamh watched as she approached, recognizing the features of Wraen- one of the wolves that seemed to pal around in their own little clique with Kiwi and Maia. The three of them seemed pretty tight, though Niamh felt hopeful that she herself might be able to win her way into this group as well. There was a pretty powerful group of young women in the pack- considering that she, Kiwi, Wraen, Maia and Clover were all capable, likeable young women. She imagined that Clover might be the one to unite the two groups, as she'd been hanging around with Kiwi lately, but Niamh too liked Kiwi and was occasionally training her in self defense. Wraen and Maia were on the other end of the spectrum, same as she and Clover were- now all they needed was to knit the two ends together and they'd practically have an all-girl power band. 

She thumped her tail in welcome as Wraen arrived and smiled at her comment. She lifted herself up and gestured that Wraen could follow her in. "C'mon in. Ain't finished yet, but it's warm." She said, noting the way that Wraen's coat had been fluffed up to keep her body heat in. She pulled back and more or less had to back her way down the narrow entrance, as she couldn't exactly turn around in it. Once past the run, though, she was able to turn around and move toward the back of her den where it was a bit wider, allowing Wraen to join her in the slightly dark but warm interior of the den.